Chapter 29

Frodo involuntarily slipped back so that his back touched the wall. He couldn't say why, but somehow he got scared when he saw the dark wizard and wanted to put as much distance between himself and him as possible. The other hobbits didn't seem any better either, because fear flashed in their eyes and they made themselves smaller as if they wanted to disappear. Saruman's cold eyes wandered across the fellowship.

"So this is the fellowship of the ring. Four hobbits, two people, a dwarf, and an elf. It's a miracle that you made it this far." The wizard's eyes stuck to Aragorn and Legolas and an uneasy feeling spread through Frodo's heart.

"I see that we also have two very famous guests here." While there were no emotions on Aragorn's face, the elf's blue eyes sparkled angrily. "The refugee king of Gondor and the little prince from Mirkwood." The Hobbit found it reassuring that Saruman knew who they were. The wizard's voice also sent cold shivers down his spine. She was so cold and listless. As if he didn't care.

"Who we are doesn't matter," Legolas hissed angrily. "What do you want?" Saruman smiled and that smile froze the ring bearer's heart. It was so evil, so cruel.

"Can't you imagine that? I always thought you elves were so smart." The prince was about to get up, but Aragorn put a hand on his arm and pulled him back. Frodo sensed that it would not have turned out well if the beautiful warrior had now attacked the wizard. Finally, he held his staff in his hands. "Wise decision, King of Gondor. But now let's get to the really important one. Where's the ring?" Frodo was a little confused. So far he had assumed that Saruman had it because he no longer wore it himself. The hobbit was really relieved to realize that the wizard didn't have him after all. He didn't know much about this ring of power, but he knew that Sauron couldn't get it under any circumstances. Otherwise, it would be the end of Middle-earth.

"Even if we knew we wouldn't say it," said Aragorn calmly, looking Saruman in the eyes. The calm seemed to make them angry. It was also very obvious that nobody would say anything here. Even if Frodo knew it, he would not seal the fate of all Middle Earth and all residents, and he knew that everyone else was. Saruman hissed.

"Which one of you has it?" Legolas looked up at the wizard, disinterested. "If I were you, I would look in the ranks of your rotting subjects." Unruly anger flickered in the eyes of the evil wizard and Frodo pressed even closer to the wall. That was not good. That was not a good thing.

"Watch out, you dirty elf." Legolas raised an eyebrow provocatively. "What if I don't?" Saruman hissed angrily. "Soon you will tell me everything I want to know. An old friend of yours is here. And he will definitely make you talk, Prince of Mirkwood." Nothing changed on the archer's face, but Frodo knew the elf was scared. An old friend really didn't sound good and everyone here knew that. The wizard grinned. "I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." With these words, Saruman left the fellowship and left them to worry.

"Who was he talking about?", asked Pippin in a low, shaky voice. The prince's eyes went to the hobbit. He looked exhausted and tired.

"Honestly, I don't know. But I think that's where the strange feeling comes from." Frodo was really worried about Legolas and was also afraid. Whoever it was, the creature would be after the beautiful warrior. Aragorn put a hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him down. And at the next moment, the door opened again.